Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 90: I was Lonely
Willie’s POV
It was very close and suspenseful. It was a smidgen too close for comfort. If she had remained in the kitchen with me while I did what I did, there is no way anyone could have held me responsible for what I did. I was a woman who had been divorced, and she was a horny twenty-three-year-old, so she was right about one thing. And it was true that I was lonely; she had hit the bull’s eye with that shot.
After what felt like years, there was nobody sleeping in my bed. My requirements and desires were not being met properly. And there she was, a horny and alluring young woman, holding out her body for me to take advantage of. If she hadn’t been the daughter of my dearest friend, I wouldn’t have held off for so long to get my hands on her. If I had been alone with her, I probably would have fucked her right there on the kitchen counter. On the other hand, taking everything into account, it’s probably for the best that I wasn’t thinking with my dick when I made the decision.
Despite this, I was aware that the longer I remained at David and Mira’s house, the more challenging it would be to avoid giving in to her overtures. I was so close to giving up right then that it wasn’t even funny, and that was only her first attempt. Eliza was a lot like her mother in the sense that she always knew how to achieve the goals she set for herself. And it seemed as if she was aiming for me specifically the whole time.
I had always believed that she would eventually get over the childhood crush that she carried with her into her teenage years. However, the child’s initial crush on the cute girl had developed into something more, something more profound. Something with a bit more sexual overtones. I just stood there as she left the room, swishing her hips in that teeny-tiny nightgown as she went, and she didn’t even bother to give me a second glance as she left. She had an extremely high level of expertise in this field. Eliza had a plan and was resolved to execute it no matter what obstacles she encountered along the way.
It took me a few minutes, but I was eventually able to get back to my normal state of mind. Before I went up to my own room on the second floor, I listened to make sure that Eliza had, in fact, gone back to her room and that she was not hiding in the hallway in order to surprise me there. I made my way up and down the hallway on my tiptoes, making sure not to wake anyone or bring Eliza out of her room in the process. In the past, it had been extremely difficult to refrain from jumping on her, but now that we were upstairs and so close to our rooms, how could we resist? Because she was wearing that teeny-tiny nightgown, I seriously doubted there was a man in existence that was capable of standing up to her in that circumstance.
As soon as I realized that I was alone in my room, I quickly locked and then shut the door behind me, taking precautions against the possibility that Eliza might return with the intention of attempting to seduce me once more. I was in a lot of pain as a result of staring at the vacant bed. Although it wasn’t exactly my bed, it was pretty close. Simply put, it was a bed in which I spent some time sleeping. However, it also brought to mind my empty bed at home, which Bea had opted to use for the two of us. I anticipated that I would have some time to myself in this bed.
My internal monologue went something like this, "Hell, maybe I should just get rid of the thing. Get out there and try some new things."
To tell you the truth, it wasn’t so much about missing Bea or even being lonely as it was about something else entirely. Since we hadn’t seen each other in almost a year, I’d had plenty of time to get used to being on my own. That in no way meant that I enjoyed doing it. That didn’t mean I wasn’t ready for companionship – or that I didn’t long for intimacy once more – and it certainly didn’t stop me from wanting it.
If Eliza had her way, I would have immediately pushed that thought out of my mind even though I was at the point in my life where I was ready to share my bed with someone again. It was clear that wouldn’t be the case. It was clear that wouldn’t be the case.
On the other hand, the erection that had formed in my pants was not going away. If I couldn’t have her physically, I could at least release some of the pent-up desire on my own, which would keep me from getting into any trouble.
After taking my pants off, I wriggled my way into the bed. When I closed my eyes, I thought of stunningly beautiful women one after the other – some of whom I’d actually met, and others about whom I’d only fantasized – but the face that kept popping into my head was that of the woman who was sleeping in the room next to mine.
I cursed myself over and over again as I rubbed my privates and continued to curse myself. On the other hand, the fantasy was a lot more powerful than it should have been. Despite my best efforts, I was unable to come up with the name of anyone else.
But what could possibly go wrong if one allowed themselves to fantasize a little bit about Eliza? It wasn’t like I was going to try to change the situation in any way. It was all an elaborate hoax. Is there nothing to be gained from considering that?
I daydreamed about how wonderful it would be to be encased inside her tight little hole, with her pussy wrapped around my cock. I imagined how wonderful it would be. I pictured her bouncing up and down on top of me, her beautiful mouth wide open as she whimpered in delight, and her breasts jiggling as she moved. I was completely enthralled by the image. I pictured myself pressing my hips into her and driving my dick even further into her, causing her to heave a breath and yell out my name.
I tightened my grip around my cock and pumped it even more forcefully as I thought about how constricting she must be. Is she a virgin to this day? Because of the way that she looked, any male student on campus was fair game for her, and it’s likely that she did. However, because we had been friends for such a long time, it was extremely difficult for me to picture her in any other status than that of a virgin. In any event, her pussy was most likely nice and tight, and it’s possible that it was even tighter than any that I’d ever had.
When I heard noises coming from the room next to mine, I was completely immersed in the fantasy. I was stroking my cock and fantasizing about my best friend’s daughter fucking me when I became aware of the sounds.
Moaning. Eliza is wailing.
Her sounds were muffled by the wall that separated us, but I was still able to hear her, which added to the vividness of my fantasy. I was finally privy to the sound that she made when she was in the throes of pleasure, and it was amazing. When I imagined her bouncing up and down on my cock, I could hear the sounds of her own orgasm starting up in the distance. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
I made an effort to put myself in her shoes and visualize what she was doing. Was she laying on her back with her legs spread apart in a wide stance? Was she getting down on the floor and crawling around? I couldn’t help but wonder if it was possible that she was self-gratifying with her fingers. Or was it the fact that she was constantly squeezing dildo into and out of her cute little hole?
Eliza’s volume increased while I actively worked to maintain my silence. Because it would only add fuel to the fire and encourage her to pursue me even further, I didn’t want her to know that I was hooked on her touching herself because I didn’t want her to pursue me further. However, oh my God, the heat was unbearable.
I was on the other side of the room when I heard her say, probably a little too loudly, "Yes, yes, yes." Her tone suggested that she was trying to make herself heard. In addition to that, it was precisely what I required. When she called out once more, this time sounding like she was in a hurry to get somewhere, I could feel the tension building up inside of me. That was all the motivation I needed to finally take the plunge, and I joined them. I pictured myself crammed inside of that tight little pussy, filling it with my cum, and then bursting it in my hand, sending my cum flying onto the bed next to me and covering my lower body. This went on in my head for quite some time. I thrust my body upward as I fired my load just as her cries of pleasure were finally beginning to subside; it was almost as if we had just come together. In my mind, I was burying myself deep into her for the very last time.
I suppose that in some respects we had. As I drifted off to sleep in a strange bed in someone else’s home, I experienced a brief respite from the sensation that I was entirely alone. After what felt like an eternity, I finally experienced a calm and uncomplicated transition into a deep sleep.
